The Main Character

I hate people. I’m more content with life amongst the trash abandoned by others. The junkyard is my home. I can use whatever materials I want, I don’t need to pay the government stuff all to live here, and I have no neighbours to annoy me. It may not look like much, but I ain’t gonna complain about the simple pleasures.

Occasionally I venture out beyond the high barb-wired fences, which is easy enough to do when they leave the gates open. This place is practically abandoned beside the dump truck every night, leaving me with more stuff to sort through. When I leave, I head for garage sales and markets. One man’s trash is my treasure, peoples. I haves the money to pay these people, I even have the money to afford a house- a seven-figure house actually. I much prefer my own company and the crows that come and peck through my stuff. I enjoy being an arsehole that flies under the radar than those clowns getting buried in more shit than I live within by the media. A charm bracelet, mine now. I take whatever I can so no one else can get it. I scare those self-proclaimed salespeople in their own homes or at their market stalls to give me what I want. I could clear them out for the day if I chose it be.

I live quite nicely, believe it or not. I have connected an oven to an electrical connection, I have a working fridge, and I have storage space deep into the junkyard, out of sight from the trucks. A few of the drivers know I’m here and do their best to avoid hitting me or burying me in a truckload of trash, and some have not ventured in far enough to know any movement happens here. Either way, I don’t need to talk to them and no harms done.